1261. My eyes have lost their lustre and gone dim. Since he left,
Counting the Days has made my fingers worn out.
1262. O, You jewels decked! If I forget him this day,
The bracelets will slip down my arms, wearing away my charm.
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To quell the lustful flames, I will empty the cup of pleasure. The longing of a wife for her husband who is away in the battlefield is beautifully captured ! Her sentiments and sense of loss are powerful enough to leave a sense of sadness in the readers' hearts!